About The Author
author was born in Parramatta NSW, a fourth generation Australian.
married and farmed in the Bingara District of NSW.
severe drought, the family moved to Townsville in 1968 where they became
involved in the tourist industry.
is a mother of three children and grandmother of five and writing has always
interested her. She worked in
that glisters is not gold;
have you heard that told;
a man his life has sold
my outside to behold;
tombs do worms enfold.
twentieth floor of a luxury apartment overlooking the
his body, a smile of satisfaction crossed Sydney Smith’s face. Muscles rippled
as he moved, glistening under his oiled suntan. His black moustache stuck out
like wings. A sea breeze gently lifted and played with his dark, wavy hair.
his plans were coming to fruition.
manservant, Frederick, approaching from the interior of the penthouse, a garment
over one arm, interrupted his reverie. ‘Master, I have prepared for the black
Smith ignored his manservant, who, familiar with his master’s discourtesy, was
a student of psychology, found his employer’s attitude interesting. The job,
although weird, suited him for the time being; it gave him flexibility and his
own living quarters with separate entrance from the lift vestibule.
Smith slipped into the red silk-lined black satin gown held for him. After
adjusting it over his suntanned shoulders, he strode down the steps into a
large, dimly lit sunken lounge room. The only light came from a collection of
black candles burning on a table in the centre.
a blinding red light illuminating a large, leering, devil-goat mask attached to
the main wall came into play.
mocking smile crossed the Master’s lips but did not reach his eyes – they
were without emotion. As he held the snake’s head in one hand, its tongue
flickered in an aggressive manner. This was only an act as the snake was a
gentle creature who always sought peace and quiet. Medusa knew she had to put on
an act to earn her mice.
congregation followed the Master’s example by removing their clothes. They
stood naked, slipping on demon-type masks, and, to the beat of a drum, pranced
around, writhing and twisting their bodies in a lewd way as the drugs took
effect. They could have stepped out of a painting by Bosch.
the Master flung up his arms with Medusa hanging onto his shoulders, and stood
with legs wide apart. He was an imposing sight, with his well-developed tanned
body, acquired over the years through strenuous exercise, ray lamps and courses
women sucked in their breath as they viewed him with lust sparkling in their
the gong hanging beside him, the Master called for the meeting to commence.
monthly blood sacrifice ceremony the other night at the local cemetery went
well. Rudolph brought a dog. Your reward will be in hell where flames will not
consume you, Rudolph. Has anybody anything else to report?’
donor of the dog exclaimed: ‘I’ve been sleeping very well since I brought
the neighbour’s dog for sacrifice. I don’t have to put up with its yapping
at night that almost drove me mad.’
thin woman whose bones, outlined under her very pale skin, almost translucent,
gushed, ‘I had such a rush of adrenalin, I was so scared and revolted by the
cries of the animal that I was on a high for hours. I have two friends, Master,
a married couple, who would like to join our group. They are seeking excitement
as their lives have become very dull.’
old are they?’
think … they could be nearing sixty.’
No, no!’ screamed Sydney Smith, shaking a fist at his congregation. ‘I
don’t want old people near me with their decaying, shrinking, wrinkly,
dried-up bodies and dribbling mouths. Exterminate them before they get to that
stage. They live too long, hanging onto money and property that others could be
enjoying – taking up space on our already overcrowded planet.’ His eyes
blazed with anger and his chest heaved. The congregation stared, struck dumb by
this outburst. ‘I hate old people.’
at the congregation, he studied each one in turn. He now needed sex to relieve
his pent-up anger and sought a partner. Not a woman, a man this time as his eyes
settled on a young dark-skinned youth who had been living on the streets until
who found the vibrations and noise upsetting, slithered out of the lounge room
to look for peace and quiet in one of her favourite spots on the balcony among
the Ali Baba-size pots that had a variety of shrubs growing in them. The shaded
area was quiet and cool. Winding herself around one of the pots, Medusa tasted
the air with her flickering tongue, and finding that all was well, went to
A new day was
evident as flights of birds headed out to sea for a day’s fishing.
Sydney Smith’s apartment,
to the windows,
Master had departed the penthouse hours before.
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